You Want Me to Have Sex with Her?

When Corey walked into the villa, he smelled a pungent smell of alcohol and he felt uncomfortable.

Walking to the living room, his cold gaze swept around, but he did not see Hazel. He ground his teeth.

"Hazel!"

Just as he was about to go upstairs to look for her, he heard a voice coming from behind the flower stand.

He turned around and his face darkened.

"Get the hell out!"

Hazel was lying behind the flower shelf, and her face was red and she was holding a bottle of beer in her hand.

"Corey,"

Hearing his voice, Hazel opened her eyes in a daze. She saw his tall figure standing next to the flower shelf and she stood up happily.

However, she was so drunk that she couldn't even stand steadily, but she had to force herself to stand up.

Corey frowned and took a step forward. His long arms held her waist and held her in his arms.

Smelling the scent of alcohol on her, he threw her away again.

But seeing that she might break his orchid, he held her in his arms again.